
Open road gently unfolds,
morning stretches
between sheets of grandiose.
In excited anticipation,
my heart leaps up at every curve
as the sun rises in all its glory
and slowly churns
hues so bold and beautiful,
highlighting the rolling hills
of clouds –– windows down,
hair blown, coffee in hand,
and hours to go.
I will never mind an open road,
man-laid black carpet
leading into the natural horizon
beneath God’s effulgent throne.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise